The 6th of this month, I was thanking Yeshua for introducing us to His Dad, for sharing Him with us. I heard Him say as clearly as if it had been audible, ‘This one’s on Me.’ I thought cool. Okay, what’s on Him? In my reasoning mind I thought I suppose it must be something done in the physical because it was not ‘this one’s on us or Abba or the Ruach (the Spirit) and since Yeshua came in the flesh it must be a fleshly touch of some kind. Many revelations have been coming but I’ll keep this pertinent to the party part (or at least I’ll try). On the 7th He reminded me of seasonal expectations and that small mustard seed faith moves mountains, on the 8th He said 'no more waiting, it has begun'. On the 10th I finally ordered my new Bible which He had told me a week or so before that it was time to get and guess what? I found the exact one I wanted and it cost the whopping price of $1.99 plus shipping under $5. Woo-hoo, I had been looking for this Bible for a long time and it was out of print, but I found it. The 11th I got the delta and sigma words (writing still pending) on the 13th the entire TCC family was in a stirred state. Ruach had told me during the early A.M. hours, ‘something is going to happen this week, do not try to define it or put it in word because you will limit it by your expectations’. During the service as Dave was speaking and giving prophetic words Abba said, ‘I allowed you to suffer loss so you’d throw a party for others.’ I knew He was referencing the parables in Luke 15 of the lost sheep, lost coin, the lost son. After the service Kathy B. and I were talking and I shared with her that something was going to happen this week and that our loss was so others could party but He was throwing us a party. Bang, ‘this one’s on Me’. It was Yeshua throwing us a party. Then the dream which is referenced in the previous blog came on Monday. Tuesday came and I was chilling. I thought I really should do some interceding or something but He said, ‘no way I’m throwing this party, got you covered.’ I knew that there can often be demonic activity when one is on a journey of destination but was given a sign Tuesday of angelic cover and so all day I just had joy and anticipation. Wednesday I was up around 8 and met Kathy at the church around 9 and we took off. The weather was fantastic, the traffic was light. We talked and dreamed a mile a minute as we boogied down the road. We stopped for lunch at a Bob Evans and I was getting so many text messages from Joseph that I could hardly get them read. He had a dream the night before and Ruach had showed him what was going to happen. He was so up that he told me he was taking off Sunday, his weekend to work (he only pulls about 1 weekend every six weeks and this one was it). I didn’t ask what cause I’m not putting words to this at this point.
I had been watching the gas prices with a boy are we blessed at home everything was way over $4 a gallon but since I’d prayed the gas stretch in the car if necessary I was not fretting cause this one was on my Big Brother. I kid you not; when we were down to a 4th a tank I suddenly saw a sign that said $3.98. We pulled in got gas and I had a great time chatting with the workers even telling them where and why we were going (call it party spillage). The rest of the way to Shelbyville where our lodge was there was never a station where it was less that 4 something for gas. The lodge was beautiful in a great location with a dead end road beside it where we would walk before turning in. Going in I told them my name and then said, ‘oh no, I forgot to walk over to McD’s and get the coupon book’ (it was $20 a night so worth the getting) the receptionist said, ‘Don’t worry sweetheart, I got ya covered’. When she pulled up the paper work, she said, ‘they’ve already got you down for the coupon price anyway.’ Woo-hoo, my Big Brother is throwing us a party. The room was big, gorgeous, and clean, big frig and micro, nice view (in fact there was a beautiful full moon outside our window that we enjoyed immensely)… We then hopped down to the next exit for Cracker Barrel and enjoyed a meal together. Getting back as I said we walked and talked and talked and talked and walked. I have never had such peace on a trip, not fretting what time to get up, how to get where we are going; I knew our steps were ordered. Thursday morning we got up at 5:45 planning to be in line by 8. It was then that Yeshua let me see the fullness of the Big Brother party. The elder son in the parable of the lost son wouldn’t even go to the party but Yeshua was the elder son, the Heir who willingly shares His inheritance with us; He does not fret that He shares His Father with us nor that we went astray and needed Him to redeem us from death. In this connotation, it wasn’t just the Father that wanted us to have a party it was our Big Brother, hosting Abba’s party; He paid for it on the cross, this one was on Him. This was His gift to us (Kathy and I) but an example that we were to throw a party for any and all no matter the depravity they had fallen into, it wasn’t just enough for Abba to want them back, we had to run, to invite and welcome them to a co-hosted party.
Dave had sent these little fix in the micro cakes that he knew I could eat (no fat or eggs in them) so I said to Kath, ‘since this is a party do you want to eat cake for breakfast?’ She said sure.
I was not asking for signs, I didn’t need signs since this party was planned out to the final detail and I was a guest but on the way to the church (their kids auditorium, very appropriate for me, Abba’s kid) I saw a Cardinal in the trees along the highway, then when a police car from Shelbyville pulled around us I said ‘we got angels’ (Okay an inside joke that maybe I’ll tell later). We pulled into the parking lot, got a parking place on the first row by a tree (our marker for where the car was). We walked up to get in line; there were around 30 people in front of us, looking good. It was 7:30. We realized that eating the cake (40 seconds to fix in the micro) had saved us the 30 min. that we had thought breakfast would take hence we were early, or so we thought. We began to chat with Roy, a guy in front of us from Ill. We swapped stories and healings and shared revival experiences. He even watched our chairs and stuff while we walked across the parking lot and a field to the port-a-potties. The folks in back of us began to join the chat and said they had been saved for 8 months after their daughter-in-law had been healed of cancer watching one of the Lakeland services. I then had a lady similar to my age turn around and say, ‘you’ve got the same sandals on that I have on, don’t you just love them? I haven’t seen anyone else wearing this kind before now.’ I had on my speedo flip flops which come to think of it I hadn’t seen anyone else wearing that kind (maybe cause they cost around $30. I do pay for comfortable durable shoes and good purses because they last me for a long long time!) We started sharing needs and testimonies. My sandal sister as we called each other was named Brenda and had Multiple Sclerosis. Her friend had lymphoma (I forget but I think stage 4). We hugged and prayed for each other and stirred each others faith. Around 10:00 some guys came out of the church and said that the line had wrapped all the way around the building and that they were going to have to do something to mush us up more since even more people were coming. They started bringing people up beside us blocking off part the parking lot to accommodate the crowd. I thought okay now we might have trouble getting in if they all go in at the same time like this. I’m still not fretting since it’s not my party to control. I’m not sure if people did say something to the ‘in charge of crowd control guys’ or not but they came out next and said, ‘okay, if you were here by 7:30 you are guaranteed to get a wrist band to get in.’ Oy Vey, we ate cake and got here by 7:30, we are guaranteed to get in. I had already told Kathy that it didn’t matter to me where we sat, I just wanted in this service; I would gladly stay outside for the night service so others could go in but I wanted inside for the healing service. Henry had decided to join us and got there during the meshing process. They decided to let us in early, whew the condensing had cut our air flow off and it was getting ahh, hot! I didn’t want a front seat I wanted space to dance and (are you getting by now that our Big Brother Yeshua, knows how to throw a party???) tada, this space between sections was wide open. We sat a bit while people scrambled for spaces and then I told Kath, I was going to go to the restroom since there was probably a line that would take awhile. She decided to join me and when we stepped out to the foyer not only was there a line of ladies bending around for the ladies room there was a line of ladies in front of the men’s room, ahh, I suppose they decided the guys could sprint outside if need be to the portables? We were just looking to get to the end of the line not wanting to mistakenly get in front of someone and a lady with a name tag came to us and said there’s another one around this corner just go that way. Kathy and I said sure and followed her pointing finger. We got to the other side and two stalls wide open as we walked it, waiting as if for us. We stepped right in but realized as we were that this was the same restroom as the other line just coming from another angle. I would never had ‘jumped line’ purposely but we were told to go around and go in and... well it’s like they were just reserved for us. We started laughing going out saying ‘can you believe it; we didn’t even have to wait in line?’ So we did what any red blooded females do with bonus time and went to the tables to shop. Thankfully Todd Bentley only has two books out or I would have been in a quandary. We got those two and a couple of ‘soaking’ CDs. We then went in and showed our purchases to Henry. The worship started with The Newsboys’ I am Free. I took the words seriously and freely danced. Afterward I was trying to tell Dave via phone that I had the strength to dance for 20 min, right Kath? She said, no more like an hour. Really, that long? Didn’t feel like it. Kath and I had discussed how special it was that Yeshua through the word and dream had given us a personal invitation but when we found out how this meeting had been unctioned we felt supremely blessed. 6 weeks ago in Lakeland, Todd had a vision of an angel blowing a trumpet. Instead of hearing a sound a banner came out and said revival, and he heard the name Bob Rodgers. He got up thinking that a pastor named Bob Rodgers was there and announced that the Lord wanted to open a portal in his church. Bob was not there but heard it on TV and went the next week and introduced himself. Todd said that when he told him he was to give him the mantle of revival and Pastor Rodgers was like, okay, but wasn’t all that dramatically excited. Hence they set the services for Thursday the 17, our party week. I’m going to stop here for you to soak in what I’ve shared so far and to rest a bit and will have part two as soon as I get it together.
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